She was wearing a bright red Basque trimmed with black, the straps holding up a pair of fishnet stockings over which she had on a pair of matching sil... bloomers. The waist and leg openings had black silk bows sown into them rather than the usual elastic. "Sorry Miss" she said, "I was getting dressed for you and worry about being disturbed." In the living room she had the drapes drawn in preparation for my visit, so the room was in partial darkness except for the light given off by the fire.. The hardest part of the day was making it through the school day. She was called every name in the book from ‘white trash,’ ‘dirty whore,’ and ‘raga muffin.’ The humiliating names were endless. Practically the whole student body would shun her. No one would sit at her lunch table, people moved out of the way when she walked by so that she would not brush against them. Some people would even hold their noses as she passed. Even the teachers would look on her with disdain. To her surprise there. The vision of loveliness was wearing a lilac off the shoulder gown, the plunging neckline revealing a fabulous cleavage. The gold thread bodice she wore was bejeweled, and it cupped her shapely bosom and tapered in at her slim waist. I found myself speechless and beguiled by her beauty.Her dark eyes leveled with mine as she spoke with a French accent, “I am Marion la Droiturière,” she announced regally as if expecting me to know this already, adding, “You are Cat, no?” I was surprised, how on. . uh pl.......e.....uuuuuuhhhhh please"i am being gentle bitch heres fucking you hard"with that he began to work his length up my ass like id took cock up there all my life.as i yelped in pain he pounded his huge dick in and out of my voilated hole"god your tight bitch" im gonna enjoy fucking your arse open"It was then i reolised this wasnt going to be a one off, my arse was going to be getting cock up it quite a lot now hed got me He just laughed and began to pound away at my arse.